The aim of life to find the abysmal spring
The agony of a being steadily overlooked
I’ve always had the urge to follow
The great promise, what lies ahead?
Unconscious I aim for far afield dimensions
Sublime, to tread the ancient waters
I forgot
The joys of a soul to reach salvation
The manner of decay to leave an imprint
I’ve always had the wish to understand
When have I become my own foe?
Unconscious I aim for far afield dimensions
Sublime, to tread thе ancient waters
Forgot my origin
Drowning, in games of makе-believe
Drowning in a world full of dishonesty
Never have I seen a world like this
I let my senses fly to unknown realms
Refreshment of a spring older than mankind
The waters so pure, abounding with life
Forbidden fruit in my mind’s eye
Leading me towards my astonishing fate
Unconscious I aim for far afield dimensions
Sublime, to tread the ancient waters
Forgot my origin